DECEASED - KILLED ON DAY 17 Full Name: Aaron Grant From (Hometown): Miami, Florida Gender: Male Ethnicity: Caucasian Traits (Appearance): He is seventeen years old and is about 5'9". Due to the hot sun of Miami Florida, he is tan. Grant has short brown hair, Brown eyes, and Athletic build, which he got from his passion for surfing. Reason for coming on the plane: His parents are divorced and he was visiting his mom in Rio. Brief History (Criminal record, past): Grant got in many fights as a kid because of the lack of attention from his mom. He has always been close to his dad. Now Grant is more quiet, but does not want to get mixed in with fighting. He has always enjoyed surfing. Anything else: Grant's first name is Aaron but he goes by his middle name Grant because his mom loved the name Aaron and he wanted to make her mad. He also loves being outdoors and in the water.
DAY ONE
I crouch behind a small tree trying to grasp everything that had happened in the last two hours. I felt the dry patches of blood that were scattered all over my head. My arm had been sliced down the center, and my blood is now oozing, all down my skin, and dripping onto the tan sand. I cannot breath. I hear footsteps coming closer. I peer around the tree and stare at the glassy water that covers the horizon. Small waves roll in and I feel myself, once again, wishing that I was back In Miami instead of this lonesome island. I guess I shouldn't be complaining too much. I mean if the plane didn't crash than I would be stuck at Rio with my mom, and that is definitely the last place I wanted to be. I glance around noticing a middle aged man on the other side of the tree. He seemed to be in his own little world. The Man, still attached to his seat from the crash, is pacing back and forth. He is talking to himself, and from what I can hear, it seems as if he doesn't recall the plane crash that happened earlier today. My breath begins to even out as I find myself growing tired. I try to stay awake, fearing that if I succumb to sleep, the memories of my mother will haunt my sleep. Yet fate doesn't seem to be on my side today for I soon, fall asleep.
DAY TWO
I wake up panting. Even when I sleep I struggle to escape her harsh judgments. Trying to push the image of her critical face out of my head, i stand up and decide to search for food. Slowly i make my way around the island trying to find any source of food to calm my growling stomach. As I walk around I notice my lack of knowledge on the layout of this place. All I saw were unfamiliar faces in an unfamiliar location and it made me feel uneasy and a little nervous. I felt so out of place. I missed my friends, and my dad. Something about the Miami waves captured my attention unlike anything else, and I cant help but feel a sense nostalgia. I take a deep breath trying to push all the emotions to the back of my mind and focus on food and shelter. I've never been a boy scout, but I am pretty sure in these situations I should be building a fire, tying knots, or something like that. So I walk back with three coconuts in my hands and I sit back In the shade and get started on making my future.
DAY THREE
The sun pierces my eyes, jolting me awake. I once again look around me trying to remember my surroundings. “That’s it!” I said to myself, as I stand up and begin to walk. I am determined to find someone I am done feeling sorry for myself. If I have any chance of getting off this island I have to find other people. I mean I wasn’t alone on that plane, so there is no way I am alone on that island. I mean I already found the one guy strapped to his seatbelt, but I don’t know where he is now. So I start walking just trying to find some company on this lonely island.
I make my way towards a beach, and as I get closer, I hear someone talking. Though the voice is distant from me, it seems as if he is speaking loudly through some type of microphone or something. I make my way towards the direction of the voice until the sight of the plane crash, and the male come into my view. I start making my way towards him, hoping he can be of some help. I don’t want to be alone, I just want to leave. But for the first time, I stop thinking of myself as the victim, and start thinking about all the other people on this island who have been through just as much if not more than I have. “I just want to help” i say,before clearing my throat. "How can i help?"I finish saying to the man with the megaphone.
DAY FOUR
I have been walking through the trees for hours now. I was never that good in school, but I am pretty sure if the sun is over top of me it has to be around noon. Though i am hungry and tired I keep searching for food to bring back. I had found some berries about a half hour prior to this moment, but i don't think a few berries are going to satisfy the growing hunger. I hear some rustling in the trees, but i am not prepared to die. I am too young and weak. If put in the position to fight for my life, i would probably die. Driven by this sudden fear and adrenaline, i throw my sharp metal pole at the moving object that is emerging from the trees. i practically jump with joy as i open my eyes to see the The metal pole stuck in the abdomen of a deer. That should be good for dinner. "That's a pretty impressive kill ya got there." I whip my head around coming face to face with a girl. the first thing i noticed was her cheeks coated with a light blush. "Thanks." i say quietly afraid of scaring her away. I bend down and pick up the deer, the metal pole still stuck in the deer. " I have to head back to the camp their calling me." i say referencing Ryan's voice which could be heard due to the megaphone, "but you can come with i say."
Hey, Its Jacquelyn Luck, I included you in my story and just wanted to give you a heads up!
DAY FIVE
We started to walk, following the voice of Ryan from the megaphone. She was quiet at first she didn't really say anything to me, but i didn't blame her, i mean to her i am a complete stranger. I kept my head down, a little intimidated by her beauty. I could not help it, she just looked so stunning even after surviving a plane crash as horrific as it was. When we arrived back to where I left Ryan, i looked around amazed. There were little huts set up for the many injured people that surrounded the plan crash. I looked around slightly shocked at how many people were able to survive the terrible crash. "Wow" i said this is quite scene. It almost made me feel sightly homesick wishing i was with my dad. All these people survived and some of them lost their family in this crash. that knowledge sure did leave me with a terrible feeling in my gut. "maybe i am too hard on my mom, maybe i am just lucky to have her" i said out loud to myself, not really concerned with who was listening.
DAY SIX
"I'm glad you're back safe and sound. That is my number one priority, making sure we are all in normal condition. And it looks like you're doing magic tricks too!" Ryan said as he put his hand on my shoulder.I sat there for a moment thinking back to when i was five and my mom had said that same thing to me after i ran away from home. she had been mad that i ran away but when i got home she had put her hand on my shoulder and told me how glad she was that i was safe. In the moment with my mom i was so happy i couldn't even explain it. in that moment i was loved, and i would give anything in the world to feel that love again.
After staring off into space for such a long time, I looked at the girl next to me realizing i still didn't know her name.
"Hey i never asked what your name was" i said looking down at my shoes sightly embarrassed.
"I'm Jackie" she said, "And your name is..." she finished while looking at me.
"I'm Grant Smith" i replied. "I'm going to go put this deer down, if you want to come with me." i said. I didn't really wanna leave her yet there was something about her that made me want to stay, but i couldn't just stand here holding the deer forever. Besides it was getting kind of uncomfortable since neither of us were talking.
DAY SEVEN
It was starting to get dark and I was still sitting next to Jackie. For some reason she seems secretive, like she has a past that haunts her. I’ve never been one of those touchy feely guys; I have always hated talking about my feelings. I don’t know much about her but something gives me the feeling that I can trust her. I wanted to know more about her but she seemed shy, like me. Well if I wanted to get to know this girl I was going to have to get her to trust me.
“So” I began “I live with my dad and I was on my way to my visit my mom when the plane crashed” I finished. She seemed like she wanted to know more, but she still didn’t say anything, so I continued to talk. “My mom and I don’t really get along, we used to when I was younger, but as of about ten years ago, we are complete strangers.” I looked down kind of embarrassed. Why was I sharing this much with her? she didn't need to know all the details i just thought it would make the situation less uncomfortable if i shared some information with her. “I surf a lot too” I said after she still hadn’t spoken. Okay now i am getting weird. I am just shouting out random facts about myself, she probably thinks i am a loser. I didn’t really know what else to say I mean I was a pretty boring guy. “What about you? What’s your story? I’m a great listener” I said really fast. I can tell that came out way too fast by the look on her face. I didn’t mean for it to come out so fast but the silence was making me nervous. I've never been good when left alone with my thoughts.so i sat there and stared at her. i know its creepy, but I watched her waiting for her to tell me something anything to make me feel like i am not the biggest loser ever. i would even be okay to know that i made a friend, i just don't wanna be alone anymore.
Hey its Jackie, I added a little more to the conversation on my page!
I included you briefly in my story -Wrennyn Foster
DAY EIGHT (Continuation from Jackie Luck and Wrennyn Foster's Day Seven)
Before I could respond to Jackie we were joined by Ryan, Wrennyn, and Alice. We discussed how we could get off the island, but soon Ryan stood up and left. Soon after, i watched as Wrennyn got up and made his way over to some girl. I watched as he talked to her with such ease. He was a natural when it came to flirting. Why cant i be as good with girls as he is? I Really liked Jackie but i struggled just to talk to her. A little frustrated with my social skills, i stand up and excuse myself to the waters edge. I wish i could just tell her how i feel. I heard footsteps behind me, but i was too scared to turn around to see who it was. Part of me was hoping it was Jackie, the other part didn't know what to say if it was Jackie. When i turn around there is no one behind me. I look in the direction on Jackie, but she was no where to be seen. my protective instincts kicking in. i have to stop myself knowing that i have no right to be protective of her. I couldn't help it though, and i set off to try and find her. after i had checked the beach i decided to check the spot we had first met. After arriving at the location i see three natives lying on the ground and Jackie standing over them. The sight of her cuts made me cringe, but the frightened yet relieved look on her face made me feel something i couldn't quite describe. "How did you do that?" i asked, and before i could stop myself i walk over too her and get really close, afraid of what would come next.
DAY NINE
"How did you do that?" i asked, and before i could stop myself i walk over too her and got really close, afraid of what would come next. "W-well I have had some experience." she said. i was close to her, and She leaned in closer to me. "I can tell you about it if you want, I know that Ive been secretive." She says. "The island sky was covered in clouds and the rain was pounding on the house roof but even the rain sounded tranquil to the chaos in my family. My father came in, drunk and yelling. Brendan, my brother followed him in. He was just as messed up as my father, but Brenden always had a short fuse. One little thing was out of place and he..."
Jackie stopped mid sentence. I don't know if she realized he was talking outloud, but horrible images entered my mind at the sound of her voice. She sounded scared. I wish I could have been there to protect her. She seemed lost in her own world. I grabbed her shaking hand in mine and led her back towards the camp sight. i helped her sit down by the fire. I didn't really know what to say back so I settled for "you can tell me when you're ready! I will always be here to listen!". I sat and rubbed her back and after a half hour of silence, i stood up and walked farther up the beach. I laid down in the sand and closed my eyes drifting off to sleep. I was woken up by a light weight on my chest. I jumped up and grabbed the culprit, my survival instincts kicking in. The guilty party let out a little squeak and covered her eyes. i did not mean to scare her.
"Are you okay?" i asked ashamed of myself for making her frightened.
Opening her eyes, she spoke in a rush "Well I'm a pwincess and you should be a pwincess too, so I wanted to help you become one but you see I can't talk so well cause some of my letters sound like w's and so I didn't' want to talk to you but my problems shouldn't keep you fwom being a pwincess cause my mommy always said to _"
"Wo, Wo, Wo, I get it Thank you but I'm not a princess. I can't even be a proper prince to Jackie," i said. immediatley thinking of how quickly i was falling for jackie's beautiful smile.
Willow asked "Who's Jackie? Is she your girlfriend?"
i blushed my nerves getting the better of me "Well I want .. . but . . . I don't think," i stammered out. Willow got excited "Let's go talk to Bwooklyn! She's awesome with advice! She helped me when I wasn't too sure if daddies could be good or if they were all bad,". hearing this caused my heart to ache for the little girl. Something obviously happened with her dad. No one should go through that especially someone as sweet as her.
I was still unsure though, so i replied slowly, "Uh. . . I don't think so. Look -"
"What's your name?" she interrupted.
This caught me off guard , "Grant." i replied.
"Well Gwant I'll go ask Brooklyn since you also awe shy. Then the next time I see you I can tell what she said." Willow began running down the beach towards Brooklyn.
I yelled out "You really shouldn't," before tossing the flower crown aside and relaxing into the sand again. I shouldn't just be sitting here. i thought after that, and i quickly picked up the flower crown that Willow gave to me and put it on my head. i hoped that it would bring me some kind of luck. i walked over to Jackie and sat down.
"Are you okay?" i asked. Referring to the previous night. At that moment it was like i broke down her walls. She tried to hold back the tears that threatened to pour down her face. and i kissed her forehead, placing the flower crown on her head and repeating what willow had said to me, "Everyone deserves to be a princess".
DAY TEN
“Everyone deserves to be a princess” I said as i placed the flower crown Willow gave me on top of Jackie's head. My voice was a little shaky as I tried to hide my nerves. This girl has obviously been through a lot. “What happened that night, with your father and brother?” I said. I tried to make it sound smooth and calm, I knew it was a sensitive topic for her and I didn’t want to push her. She unknowingly leaned in closer to me and rested her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm tighter around her in a protective way, as I waited to hear her story. I Stared off in to the distance as i listened to her breathe, preparing for the moment when she put her inner thoughts and feelings out into the world, no longer just for her own memory. "My dad and my brother were pretty violent I guess." she began. "My father and brother came in to the house when my mom and me were home. My brother had always been violent, but I never knew it was this serious. He came in, screaming. The first person he saw, he punched right in the nose. My mother was sadly the one in his destructive path."
she continued telling me her story and I sat and listened, taking in every word she said. When she finished I couldn't help but ask "What happened next?". "She is dead." she said flatly. i assumed she was talking about her mother. I reached up and brushed away the tears that poured down her face at a rapid pace. She just leaned in closer. I wasn't there to protect her then, I didn't even know her, but i sure as hell was gonna protect her now. i stare into her beautiful eyes and realize right then and there I was falling for this girl, but that wasn't good, because one day we will get off this island, and then we will go or seperate ways. Then I will be the one left with a broken heart.
DAY ELEVEN
She hadn’t said anything else that night; Jackie just sat there and stared off. Wow I am a terrible person. This whole time I had been complaining about my mom, when Jackie’s mom had died. I mean sure everyone has a right to have a moment of self-pity, but at some point you have to move on. Jackie is entitled to a way longer pity party then me, and I just needed to accept what my life was and move on.
It’s hard though I still find myself thinking back to the worst memory of my mom. I have a vague memory of being rushed to the hospital after my mom had locked me in the car for twenty minutes in the summer. It was definitely a traumatic moment in my life, but not nearly as painful as what Jackie had experienced. I didn’t know what to say to her. I lightly kissed her forehead and whispered quietly in her ear, “I’ll be back”. I couldn’t sit there any longer. I felt useless. She doesn’t need me in her life, she can obviously protect herself. I am falling for her, but It seemed as if she didn’t share the same feelings as me, and that hurt. I hesitated confessing my feelings, but the thought of being rejected hurt. I knew in the end I would have to piece all my broken parts back together, and after the last time, I didn’t know if I wanted to feel that pain again.
I closed my eyes and dipped my toes in to the chilled water that rolled on to the cold sand. I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, for once enjoying the peace and quiet, but it didn’t last long. Immediately I felt myself snap back to reality. I need to talk to Ryan. I have not talked to him in a long time and I don’t know what is going on, but something doesn’t feel right.
DAY TWELVE
I sat at the edge of the water, my bottom staying dry due to the surf board Ryan made me. Ryan seemed like a great friend. I just heard so many bad things on the island. my mind was all jumbled up. It feels like every decision i make in this moment will hurt me in the future. i heard footsteps behind me but i didnt bother to turn around until the person spoke. "The ocean is so big" she said. I turned around and came across this girl her brown hair hid her face from me, making it impossible for me to see this girl whom i was talking to. i stood up with a tired expression on my face as i thought about her last comment. "Yea it is i said, its going to be really hard getting off this island." i say a sad smile replacing the tired look on my face. I looked back in the direction of Jackie she was sleeping and all i could think about was how beautiful she looked. "Im Grant" i say as i stick my hand out to shake hers. "Im Adrianna" she says as she takes my hand. Silence fell over us, but it wasnt uncomfortable just peaceful. "Can i ask you something?" i ask turning my head towards her. "Sure" she replied. i could see the look of hesitation in her eyes, i dont blame her, i am a complete stranger. "What are your thoughts on Ryan Hounsome?" i asked her. Her response shocked me. It made me question the people on this island and where i stand. I just didnt know who to trust anymore, and it was definitely messing with my mind.
DAY THIRTEEN
I turned my head towards the sound of footsteps, and my eyes light up at the sight of Jackie. "Hey Grant" she says with a smile as she makes her way to my side. I wrapped my arm around Jackie and lightly kissed her forehead as she talks to Adrianna. I know it wasn't my place, I mean after all she's not my girlfriend, but I just couldn't help myself, this girl was making me act so strange. As the two of them started a conversation, I made my way towards my surf board eager to get back in the water. After surfing earlier that day I was addicted and I needed more. I pulled my shirt off, and ran into the water, my new surfboard at my side. "Either of you coming?" I asked the girls. But they just shook their heads so I head out into the water alone. The moonlit water was cold, and part of me wanted to head back to shore, but I kept paddling out. It was as if I was searching for answers. I kept paddling farther and farther not happy with what I was finding, but finally I just gave up the search and sat on my board staring into the horizon.
I sat there and remembered the first time I ever learned to surf. My father sat there in the ocean with me. The only time he had ever given me advice was that same moment when he had said "Son, the problem is not what you always think it is, but often comes from something deeper, but the ocean will always help to sort out your problems, as long as you stay true to the sea." though I didn't always buy into the old sayings my father would use, something about that one stuck with me all these years.
The feeling of nostalgia courses through my body at the memory of my father. After riding a few waves, I made my way back to the shore where the two girls stood. I shook the water out of my hair and took a breath. Picking up my shirt I make my way back to the two girls. "What did I miss?" I ask as I pull my shirt over my head. water stains part of my shirt but I ignore it as I glance between the two girls curiously. My eyes lingered on Jackie a little longer than they should have, but I forced myself to look away, if she had feelings for me, she would make them known. So there I stood, in between the two girls, waiting for one of them to tell me something, anything!
DAY FOURTEEN As the three of us sat discussing our lives, I couldn't help but let my mind wonder back to the current situation. I didn't know what was going on on this island but there were so many different rumors being spread around that I didn't know who to trust anymore. I looked at the two beautiful girls next to me and realized that they were the only ones who I could put all my faith in.
I closed my eyes, allowing the cold island breeze to brush against my skin. I wrapped my arms around Jackie, in a small attempt to warm myself up. I listened with curiosity as Adrianna told us her story. It intrigued me to learn that she lived relatively close to me, but it didn’t go unnoticed that she avoided the topic of her family. I hesitated asking her the question so many have tried to avoid. I couldn’t help but notice that many people on this island try to avoid the topic of their families. it seems to be a sensitive topic on this island. I guess I should have expected that though. I mean I travelled alone, so for me family isn’t so sensitive, but for many others, they lost loved ones during this tragic event.
“What are we going to do?” I asked. The relaxed atmosphere suddenly became rigid. The topic we had desperately been avoiding was brought up. I could feel the stares from the girls. None of us knew what to do.
"I guess all we can do is stick together and hope for the best" Jackie says finally speaking up. I guess she had a point there wasn’t much else we could do. I find myself smiling at the two girls that sat next to me because in this moment, right now, they are my family, and I was going to do everything in my power to make sure that they were safe.Day
DAY 15
I sat up quickly stretching my arms over my head as I looked around. Adrianna and Jackie lay next to me sprawled out on the sand. I stood up and brushed the sand off my legs. I made my way towards the direction of all the other survivors. Many were still sleeping, scattered all over the beach. Few were awake, some I recognized from previous encounters, and others were unfamiliar to me. I looked around trying to spot Ryan somewhere. It had been several days since I’ve last seen him, and I couldn’t help but wonder how he was doing. I’ve heard several rumors about the dangerous things that have happened on this island, and the innocent people that have died as a result. I couldn’t help but feel a little anxious as a result of what I’ve heard. I don’t know what Ryan is doing, but I guess he’s smart, if he needed my help he would have asked, right?
I shook my head disappointed in myself for letting all the negative thoughts get inside my head. I can’t think about death right now, I have to think about surviving, that’s all anyone could do at this point.
When I finally stopped having an internal argument in my head, I looked around noticing that nothing was in sight. I didn’t recognize this part of the island. Something felt off. I didn’t feel safe here and I needed to get back. I looked around trying to figure out which way I should go. After contemplating for a few minutes I went to my right, I figured I am already lost cant get too much worse.
About a half hour later, in which I had spent walking in circles, I heard my name being called.
“Grant……. Grant” I looked around until I spotted a figure walking in my direction. Relief swept over me as I made my way towards Adrianna. I had a history of wandering off ever since i was a young boy. My mind just wanders off and next thing i know i'm in a completely different place.
"Sorry i didn't mean to scare you" i said to Adrianna as i wrapped my arms around her in an attempt to comfort her. I look around trying to spot Jackie, and my heart quickens when i notice Jackie isn't with Adrianna. "Where is Jackie?" i ask a concerned look present on my face, "is she Okay?"
Adrianna looks around surprised as if she believed Jackie was with her the whole time. "I don't know i thought she was with me" she said in a slightly worried tone. I nodded my head, trying not to freak out.
"We need to find her, I have a bad feeling that this island is not as safe as i had originally thought." i said. "I heard some guns, and i thought i saw a helicopter or two, then again i was kind of out of it so i cannot be sure."
one this is for sure, i was going to need all the friends i could get if i ever wanted to leave this island.
DAY 16
Adrianna and I made or way into the woods. My mind was screaming at me to not go into the dark forest. What lies in there is unknown, shaded away from the public eye by the trees. I took a deep breath trying to swallow down the fear that threatened to creep up. As I walked in farther, I felt Adrianna’s soft steps next to me. I looked in her direction, motioning to her with my hands, for her to be quite. I could hear screaming a little distance away, "Wait! Wait no! I'll do anything!" the voice said. It was a girl and she sounded in trouble, I motioned for Adrianna to wait there and I picked up a big stick that sat on the ground next to me. I made my way towards the sound, hoping that i could save the girl, and stay alive in the process.I crouched behind a bush and from what i could see through the small openings in the bush, the body belonged to a girl with long black hair. A shiver ran down my spine as i watched the mysteriously masked soldiers walk away, leaving the corps on the ground.
After coming to the realization that we needed to take a different route, I decided i needed to go back and get Adrianna. Little did I know Adrianna had been behind me this whole time and i jumped when i caught sight of her.
“Sorry” I heard Adrianna say “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You scared the living shit out of me.” I replied as I relaxed again. “Look we have to move now, this girl was murdered on the other side of these bushes, and we have to get out of here… unless you want to be next?” I say. She looks around before pointing to our left.
“Let’s go that way” she said.
We walked side by side for what felt like eternity. I know im supposed to be manly and stuff, but i could not get the image of that poor girl out of my head. Adrianna must have been thinking the same thing, for a noticeable cringe took place on her face every so often.
Slowly we grew tired from fatigue and as we made our way into a clearing we crouched down taking a break from all the walking. Adrianna had turned her head for a moment looking back in the direction we came from. her voice was shaky as she spoke my name. i followed her line of vision, and there i saw a black cloaked figure standing over the girls body, with a notebook in hand.
Something was going on on this island and i didn't know if i was prepared to know what it was.
DAY 17 It felt strange. The last thing I remember was gasping for air, and now, well now I don't know where I am. I looked around. A glowing door was straight ahead of me. Looking underneath me I notice a body. It belonged to a female, Adrianna. "She's dead?" I say out loud to myself, allowing the tears to pool up in my eyes. I cannot believe I wasn't able to save her. I closed my eyes and took a breath afraid to look at the body next to her. Gathering up the courage I glance down at the corps that lay flat on the ground next to Adrianna. A tear escaped down my cheek, as I thought about my parents. I sat there ashamed at myself for putting them through all of this. If I had just never gotten on the plane in the first place, I would not be in the situation I am in now. I take a breath, no never mind that. I can’t think like that. I have to be positive. I shake my head in disappointment. I’m too young for this, I wasn’t ready. I close my eyes trying to make myself believe that my parents will be okay. I mean I guess I’ve come to terms with it, I had a good life on the island. It was scary as hell but I have to admit that being on the island was the most fun I have had in my entire life. I made some great friends and even though It was scary and sad, the friendships I made , I wouldn’t trade in for the world. With that said I make my way towards the door, finally excepting that my life is complete that whatever my plan was on this earth is complete, as far as I know of Ryan and Jackie are still alive, and though Adrianna died, who knows what the after life is like, maybe ill see her again. I sigh, and with one last look at the island I open the glowing door and take a step in ready to start the next chapter of my life… or death… or whatever happens next.
DAY 18 I opened the glowing door with my shaky hand. I do not fully know what I was expecting, but I can tell you that I wasn’t expecting what I saw. There were no walls it was just a vast never ending space, filled with all the colors you can imagine. I guess this was heaven. It was like walking in to a city, a much cleaner, nicer city. There were Trillions upon Trillions of people walking around and conversing. I looked around trying to spot familiar faces, but I saw none. I took a breath and made my way towards one of the many buildings set up. There were shops, and bars, and restaurants set up all over Heaven. I couldn’t tell if they were just for decoration, or if we actually had to eat and drink. I mean were dead right? So do we really need to eat, drink and pee? I don’t know. All I know is this place looked pretty cool. I was however, alone. At first it didn’t bother me too much, I didn’t mind being alone with my thoughts. That was how it always was back at home anyway. But after making friends on the island, and finally being a part of something bigger, I missed to company. I found myself slowly feeling bored. I mean heaven is a great place and all, but I miss the thrill of the island and the friendships that I made. I thought back to the first time I caught an animal. I know its not much compared to guys like Ryan Hounsome, but I grew up in California, I haven’t done much killing in my lifetime. It was fun, scary, and kinda gross, but it was an adventure, and a memory. I really did have a good time, and I wished I enjoyed it more instead of worrying so much about being back home.
DAY 19 I walked in to a building that looked abandoned. “Hello?” I said trying to figure out if anyone else was around. I sighed with relief at the knowledge that I was alone. It has been a while since I could just sit by myself and breathe. I found a dark corner away from the light. I sat there all day watching as different people walked in, looked around, and left. No one saw me, and I have to admit it was kind of cool. It reminded me of back when I was in elementary school. I was so quiet, no one knew I existed. Sure it got lonely sometimes, but it was nice to just sit back and watch the world go on around me. It gave me the chance to relax. I could daydream in class, without the pressure of being called on. It all changed in middle school though. In middle school I became the freak. My teachers all knew me as the kid whose, little sister died of cancer. Shortly after that, I was the kid without a sister, and divorced parents. My mom left shortly after my sister passed. She packed up and moved. All my teachers pitied me. They would let me get away with anything. Of course that was always a perk, but I hated the idea of being known. Once the teachers knew me they called on me. Kids started t view me as a freak. I didn’t make any friends, but I was no longer in the background. I hated school from then on out, but during my middle school years, I hated home more.
DAY 20
“So Wrennyn Foster died?” I said out loud to myself. The announcement of Wrennyn’s death was stated loudly in the city. Something I didn’t quite expect. I mean I know I’m new to this whole dying thing, but I still don’t understand why or how they are determining our deaths. It shocks me to think that he is dead; I pegged him as one of the final standing, due to his experience and all. But like all good things, life for Wrennyn had to come to an end. I tried to make a mental note of all the random plane crash survivors I have seen in… wherever I am. I saw the one guy from my fist day the one that was stuck to his plane seat I think his name was Mattlee , or something like that. I saw a lot of familiar faces, but I still haven’t seen Hounsome's or that blonde girl, what was her name? Brooklyn! That was the girl that Willow tried to introduce me to in one of the begging days of being on the island. I’ll take that as a positive sign. Maybe they’re still alive. After all this time, I hope Ryan is still alive. I never quite got to tell him how grateful I was for his friendship. I had to look away as he had buried me, it was too sad to watch. As I said earlier I don’t quite know how to work this whole being dead thing, so I wouldn’t know how to even try and contact him. The best I can do is hope for his survival, along with Brooklyn of course, I mean she seemed really nice. The rest of my life… or death will be very interesting, and long. I just hope that the experience I had on the island will come In handy.
DECEASED - KILLED ON DAY 17
Full Name: Aaron Grant
From (Hometown): Miami, Florida
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Traits (Appearance): He is seventeen years old and is about 5'9". Due to the hot sun of Miami Florida, he is tan. Grant has short brown hair, Brown eyes, and Athletic build, which he got from his passion for surfing.
Reason for coming on the plane: His parents are divorced and he was visiting his mom in Rio.
Brief History (Criminal record, past): Grant got in many fights as a kid because of the lack of attention from his mom. He has always been close to his dad. Now Grant is more quiet, but does not want to get mixed in with fighting. He has always enjoyed surfing.
Anything else: Grant's first name is Aaron but he goes by his middle name Grant because his mom loved the name Aaron and he wanted to make her mad. He also loves being outdoors and in the water.
DAY ONE
I crouch behind a small tree trying to grasp everything that had happened in the last two hours. I felt the dry patches of blood that were scattered all over my head. My arm had been sliced down the center, and my blood is now oozing, all down my skin, and dripping onto the tan sand. I cannot breath. I hear footsteps coming closer. I peer around the tree and stare at the glassy water that covers the horizon. Small waves roll in and I feel myself, once again, wishing that I was back In Miami instead of this lonesome island. I guess I shouldn't be complaining too much. I mean if the plane didn't crash than I would be stuck at Rio with my mom, and that is definitely the last place I wanted to be. I glance around noticing a middle aged man on the other side of the tree. He seemed to be in his own little world. The Man, still attached to his seat from the crash, is pacing back and forth. He is talking to himself, and from what I can hear, it seems as if he doesn't recall the plane crash that happened earlier today. My breath begins to even out as I find myself growing tired. I try to stay awake, fearing that if I succumb to sleep, the memories of my mother will haunt my sleep. Yet fate doesn't seem to be on my side today for I soon, fall asleep.DAY TWO
I wake up panting. Even when I sleep I struggle to escape her harsh judgments. Trying to push the image of her critical face out of my head, i stand up and decide to search for food. Slowly i make my way around the island trying to find any source of food to calm my growling stomach. As I walk around I notice my lack of knowledge on the layout of this place. All I saw were unfamiliar faces in an unfamiliar location and it made me feel uneasy and a little nervous. I felt so out of place. I missed my friends, and my dad. Something about the Miami waves captured my attention unlike anything else, and I cant help but feel a sense nostalgia. I take a deep breath trying to push all the emotions to the back of my mind and focus on food and shelter. I've never been a boy scout, but I am pretty sure in these situations I should be building a fire, tying knots, or something like that. So I walk back with three coconuts in my hands and I sit back In the shade and get started on making my future.DAY THREE
The sun pierces my eyes, jolting me awake. I once again look around me trying to remember my surroundings. “That’s it!” I said to myself, as I stand up and begin to walk. I am determined to find someone I am done feeling sorry for myself. If I have any chance of getting off this island I have to find other people. I mean I wasn’t alone on that plane, so there is no way I am alone on that island. I mean I already found the one guy strapped to his seatbelt, but I don’t know where he is now. So I start walking just trying to find some company on this lonely island.I make my way towards a beach, and as I get closer, I hear someone talking. Though the voice is distant from me, it seems as if he is speaking loudly through some type of microphone or something. I make my way towards the direction of the voice until the sight of the plane crash, and the male come into my view. I start making my way towards him, hoping he can be of some help. I don’t want to be alone, I just want to leave. But for the first time, I stop thinking of myself as the victim, and start thinking about all the other people on this island who have been through just as much if not more than I have. “I just want to help” i say,before clearing my throat. "How can i help?"I finish saying to the man with the megaphone.
DAY FOUR
I have been walking through the trees for hours now. I was never that good in school, but I am pretty sure if the sun is over top of me it has to be around noon. Though i am hungry and tired I keep searching for food to bring back. I had found some berries about a half hour prior to this moment, but i don't think a few berries are going to satisfy the growing hunger. I hear some rustling in the trees, but i am not prepared to die. I am too young and weak. If put in the position to fight for my life, i would probably die. Driven by this sudden fear and adrenaline, i throw my sharp metal pole at the moving object that is emerging from the trees. i practically jump with joy as i open my eyes to see the The metal pole stuck in the abdomen of a deer. That should be good for dinner. "That's a pretty impressive kill ya got there." I whip my head around coming face to face with a girl. the first thing i noticed was her cheeks coated with a light blush. "Thanks." i say quietly afraid of scaring her away. I bend down and pick up the deer, the metal pole still stuck in the deer. " I have to head back to the camp their calling me." i say referencing Ryan's voice which could be heard due to the megaphone, "but you can come with i say."Hey, Its Jacquelyn Luck, I included you in my story and just wanted to give you a heads up!
DAY FIVE
We started to walk, following the voice of Ryan from the megaphone. She was quiet at first she didn't really say anything to me, but i didn't blame her, i mean to her i am a complete stranger. I kept my head down, a little intimidated by her beauty. I could not help it, she just looked so stunning even after surviving a plane crash as horrific as it was. When we arrived back to where I left Ryan, i looked around amazed. There were little huts set up for the many injured people that surrounded the plan crash. I looked around slightly shocked at how many people were able to survive the terrible crash. "Wow" i said this is quite scene. It almost made me feel sightly homesick wishing i was with my dad. All these people survived and some of them lost their family in this crash. that knowledge sure did leave me with a terrible feeling in my gut. "maybe i am too hard on my mom, maybe i am just lucky to have her" i said out loud to myself, not really concerned with who was listening.DAY SIX
"I'm glad you're back safe and sound. That is my number one priority, making sure we are all in normal condition. And it looks like you're doing magic tricks too!" Ryan said as he put his hand on my shoulder.I sat there for a moment thinking back to when i was five and my mom had said that same thing to me after i ran away from home. she had been mad that i ran away but when i got home she had put her hand on my shoulder and told me how glad she was that i was safe. In the moment with my mom i was so happy i couldn't even explain it. in that moment i was loved, and i would give anything in the world to feel that love again.After staring off into space for such a long time, I looked at the girl next to me realizing i still didn't know her name.
"Hey i never asked what your name was" i said looking down at my shoes sightly embarrassed.
"I'm Jackie" she said, "And your name is..." she finished while looking at me.
"I'm Grant Smith" i replied. "I'm going to go put this deer down, if you want to come with me." i said. I didn't really wanna leave her yet there was something about her that made me want to stay, but i couldn't just stand here holding the deer forever. Besides it was getting kind of uncomfortable since neither of us were talking.
DAY SEVEN
It was starting to get dark and I was still sitting next to Jackie. For some reason she seems secretive, like she has a past that haunts her. I’ve never been one of those touchy feely guys; I have always hated talking about my feelings. I don’t know much about her but something gives me the feeling that I can trust her. I wanted to know more about her but she seemed shy, like me. Well if I wanted to get to know this girl I was going to have to get her to trust me.“So” I began “I live with my dad and I was on my way to my visit my mom when the plane crashed” I finished. She seemed like she wanted to know more, but she still didn’t say anything, so I continued to talk. “My mom and I don’t really get along, we used to when I was younger, but as of about ten years ago, we are complete strangers.” I looked down kind of embarrassed. Why was I sharing this much with her? she didn't need to know all the details i just thought it would make the situation less uncomfortable if i shared some information with her. “I surf a lot too” I said after she still hadn’t spoken. Okay now i am getting weird. I am just shouting out random facts about myself, she probably thinks i am a loser. I didn’t really know what else to say I mean I was a pretty boring guy. “What about you? What’s your story? I’m a great listener” I said really fast. I can tell that came out way too fast by the look on her face. I didn’t mean for it to come out so fast but the silence was making me nervous. I've never been good when left alone with my thoughts.so i sat there and stared at her. i know its creepy, but I watched her waiting for her to tell me something anything to make me feel like i am not the biggest loser ever. i would even be okay to know that i made a friend, i just don't wanna be alone anymore.
Hey its Jackie, I added a little more to the conversation on my page!
I included you briefly in my story -Wrennyn Foster
DAY EIGHT (Continuation from Jackie Luck and Wrennyn Foster's Day Seven)
Before I could respond to Jackie we were joined by Ryan, Wrennyn, and Alice. We discussed how we could get off the island, but soon Ryan stood up and left. Soon after, i watched as Wrennyn got up and made his way over to some girl. I watched as he talked to her with such ease. He was a natural when it came to flirting. Why cant i be as good with girls as he is? I Really liked Jackie but i struggled just to talk to her. A little frustrated with my social skills, i stand up and excuse myself to the waters edge. I wish i could just tell her how i feel. I heard footsteps behind me, but i was too scared to turn around to see who it was. Part of me was hoping it was Jackie, the other part didn't know what to say if it was Jackie. When i turn around there is no one behind me. I look in the direction on Jackie, but she was no where to be seen. my protective instincts kicking in. i have to stop myself knowing that i have no right to be protective of her. I couldn't help it though, and i set off to try and find her. after i had checked the beach i decided to check the spot we had first met. After arriving at the location i see three natives lying on the ground and Jackie standing over them. The sight of her cuts made me cringe, but the frightened yet relieved look on her face made me feel something i couldn't quite describe. "How did you do that?" i asked, and before i could stop myself i walk over too her and get really close, afraid of what would come next.DAY NINE
"How did you do that?" i asked, and before i could stop myself i walk over too her and got really close, afraid of what would come next. "W-well I have had some experience." she said. i was close to her, and She leaned in closer to me. "I can tell you about it if you want, I know that Ive been secretive." She says. "The island sky was covered in clouds and the rain was pounding on the house roof but even the rain sounded tranquil to the chaos in my family. My father came in, drunk and yelling. Brendan, my brother followed him in. He was just as messed up as my father, but Brenden always had a short fuse. One little thing was out of place and he..."Jackie stopped mid sentence. I don't know if she realized he was talking outloud, but horrible images entered my mind at the sound of her voice. She sounded scared. I wish I could have been there to protect her. She seemed lost in her own world. I grabbed her shaking hand in mine and led her back towards the camp sight. i helped her sit down by the fire. I didn't really know what to say back so I settled for "you can tell me when you're ready! I will always be here to listen!". I sat and rubbed her back and after a half hour of silence, i stood up and walked farther up the beach. I laid down in the sand and closed my eyes drifting off to sleep. I was woken up by a light weight on my chest. I jumped up and grabbed the culprit, my survival instincts kicking in. The guilty party let out a little squeak and covered her eyes. i did not mean to scare her.
"Are you okay?" i asked ashamed of myself for making her frightened.
Opening her eyes, she spoke in a rush "Well I'm a pwincess and you should be a pwincess too, so I wanted to help you become one but you see I can't talk so well cause some of my letters sound like w's and so I didn't' want to talk to you but my problems shouldn't keep you fwom being a pwincess cause my mommy always said to _"
"Wo, Wo, Wo, I get it Thank you but I'm not a princess. I can't even be a proper prince to Jackie," i said. immediatley thinking of how quickly i was falling for jackie's beautiful smile.
Willow asked "Who's Jackie? Is she your girlfriend?"
i blushed my nerves getting the better of me "Well I want .. . but . . . I don't think," i stammered out. Willow got excited "Let's go talk to Bwooklyn! She's awesome with advice! She helped me when I wasn't too sure if daddies could be good or if they were all bad,". hearing this caused my heart to ache for the little girl. Something obviously happened with her dad. No one should go through that especially someone as sweet as her.
I was still unsure though, so i replied slowly, "Uh. . . I don't think so. Look -"
"What's your name?" she interrupted.
This caught me off guard , "Grant." i replied.
"Well Gwant I'll go ask Brooklyn since you also awe shy. Then the next time I see you I can tell what she said." Willow began running down the beach towards Brooklyn.
I yelled out "You really shouldn't," before tossing the flower crown aside and relaxing into the sand again. I shouldn't just be sitting here. i thought after that, and i quickly picked up the flower crown that Willow gave to me and put it on my head. i hoped that it would bring me some kind of luck. i walked over to Jackie and sat down.
"Are you okay?" i asked. Referring to the previous night. At that moment it was like i broke down her walls. She tried to hold back the tears that threatened to pour down her face. and i kissed her forehead, placing the flower crown on her head and repeating what willow had said to me, "Everyone deserves to be a princess".
DAY TEN
“Everyone deserves to be a princess” I said as i placed the flower crown Willow gave me on top of Jackie's head. My voice was a little shaky as I tried to hide my nerves. This girl has obviously been through a lot. “What happened that night, with your father and brother?” I said. I tried to make it sound smooth and calm, I knew it was a sensitive topic for her and I didn’t want to push her. She unknowingly leaned in closer to me and rested her head on my shoulder. I wrapped my arm tighter around her in a protective way, as I waited to hear her story. I Stared off in to the distance as i listened to her breathe, preparing for the moment when she put her inner thoughts and feelings out into the world, no longer just for her own memory.
"My dad and my brother were pretty violent I guess." she began.
"My father and brother came in to the house when my mom and me were home. My brother had always been violent, but I never knew it was this serious.
He came in, screaming. The first person he saw, he punched right in the nose. My mother was sadly the one in his destructive path."
she continued telling me her story and I sat and listened, taking in every word she said. When she finished I couldn't help but ask
"What happened next?".
"She is dead." she said flatly.
i assumed she was talking about her mother. I reached up and brushed away the tears that poured down her face at a rapid pace. She just leaned in closer. I wasn't there to protect her then, I didn't even know her, but i sure as hell was gonna protect her now. i stare into her beautiful eyes and realize right then and there I was falling for this girl, but that wasn't good, because one day we will get off this island, and then we will go or seperate ways. Then I will be the one left with a broken heart.
DAY ELEVEN
She hadn’t said anything else that night; Jackie just sat there and stared off. Wow I am a terrible person. This whole time I had been complaining about my mom, when Jackie’s mom had died. I mean sure everyone has a right to have a moment of self-pity, but at some point you have to move on. Jackie is entitled to a way longer pity party then me, and I just needed to accept what my life was and move on.It’s hard though I still find myself thinking back to the worst memory of my mom. I have a vague memory of being rushed to the hospital after my mom had locked me in the car for twenty minutes in the summer. It was definitely a traumatic moment in my life, but not nearly as painful as what Jackie had experienced. I didn’t know what to say to her. I lightly kissed her forehead and whispered quietly in her ear, “I’ll be back”. I couldn’t sit there any longer. I felt useless. She doesn’t need me in her life, she can obviously protect herself. I am falling for her, but It seemed as if she didn’t share the same feelings as me, and that hurt. I hesitated confessing my feelings, but the thought of being rejected hurt. I knew in the end I would have to piece all my broken parts back together, and after the last time, I didn’t know if I wanted to feel that pain again.
I closed my eyes and dipped my toes in to the chilled water that rolled on to the cold sand. I took a deep breath in and let it out slowly, for once enjoying the peace and quiet, but it didn’t last long. Immediately I felt myself snap back to reality. I need to talk to Ryan. I have not talked to him in a long time and I don’t know what is going on, but something doesn’t feel right.
DAY TWELVE
I sat at the edge of the water, my bottom staying dry due to the surf board Ryan made me. Ryan seemed like a great friend. I just heard so many bad things on the island. my mind was all jumbled up. It feels like every decision i make in this moment will hurt me in the future. i heard footsteps behind me but i didnt bother to turn around until the person spoke.
"The ocean is so big" she said. I turned around and came across this girl her brown hair hid her face from me, making it impossible for me to see this girl whom i was talking to. i stood up with a tired expression on my face as i thought about her last comment.
"Yea it is i said, its going to be really hard getting off this island." i say a sad smile replacing the tired look on my face. I looked back in the direction of Jackie she was sleeping and all i could think about was how beautiful she looked. "Im Grant" i say as i stick my hand out to shake hers.
"Im Adrianna" she says as she takes my hand. Silence fell over us, but it wasnt uncomfortable just peaceful.
"Can i ask you something?" i ask turning my head towards her.
"Sure" she replied. i could see the look of hesitation in her eyes, i dont blame her, i am a complete stranger.
"What are your thoughts on Ryan Hounsome?" i asked her. Her response shocked me. It made me question the people on this island and where i stand. I just didnt know who to trust anymore, and it was definitely messing with my mind.
DAY THIRTEEN
I turned my head towards the sound of footsteps, and my eyes light up at the sight of Jackie. "Hey Grant" she says with a smile as she makes her way to my side. I wrapped my arm around Jackie and lightly kissed her forehead as she talks to Adrianna. I know it wasn't my place, I mean after all she's not my girlfriend, but I just couldn't help myself, this girl was making me act so strange. As the two of them started a conversation, I made my way towards my surf board eager to get back in the water. After surfing earlier that day I was addicted and I needed more. I pulled my shirt off, and ran into the water, my new surfboard at my side. "Either of you coming?" I asked the girls. But they just shook their heads so I head out into the water alone. The moonlit water was cold, and part of me wanted to head back to shore, but I kept paddling out. It was as if I was searching for answers. I kept paddling farther and farther not happy with what I was finding, but finally I just gave up the search and sat on my board staring into the horizon.
I sat there and remembered the first time I ever learned to surf. My father sat there in the ocean with me. The only time he had ever given me advice was that same moment when he had said "Son, the problem is not what you always think it is, but often comes from something deeper, but the ocean will always help to sort out your problems, as long as you stay true to the sea." though I didn't always buy into the old sayings my father would use, something about that one stuck with me all these years.
The feeling of nostalgia courses through my body at the memory of my father. After riding a few waves, I made my way back to the shore where the two girls stood. I shook the water out of my hair and took a breath. Picking up my shirt I make my way back to the two girls. "What did I miss?" I ask as I pull my shirt over my head. water stains part of my shirt but I ignore it as I glance between the two girls curiously. My eyes lingered on Jackie a little longer than they should have, but I forced myself to look away, if she had feelings for me, she would make them known. So there I stood, in between the two girls, waiting for one of them to tell me something, anything!
DAY FOURTEEN
As the three of us sat discussing our lives, I couldn't help but let my mind wonder back to the current situation. I didn't know what was going on on this island but there were so many different rumors being spread around that I didn't know who to trust anymore. I looked at the two beautiful girls next to me and realized that they were the only ones who I could put all my faith in.
I closed my eyes, allowing the cold island breeze to brush against my skin. I wrapped my arms around Jackie, in a small attempt to warm myself up. I listened with curiosity as Adrianna told us her story. It intrigued me to learn that she lived relatively close to me, but it didn’t go unnoticed that she avoided the topic of her family. I hesitated asking her the question so many have tried to avoid. I couldn’t help but notice that many people on this island try to avoid the topic of their families. it seems to be a sensitive topic on this island. I guess I should have expected that though. I mean I travelled alone, so for me family isn’t so sensitive, but for many others, they lost loved ones during this tragic event.
“What are we going to do?” I asked. The relaxed atmosphere suddenly became rigid. The topic we had desperately been avoiding was brought up. I could feel the stares from the girls. None of us knew what to do.
"I guess all we can do is stick together and hope for the best" Jackie says finally speaking up. I guess she had a point there wasn’t much else we could do. I find myself smiling at the two girls that sat next to me because in this moment, right now, they are my family, and I was going to do everything in my power to make sure that they were safe.Day
DAY 15
I sat up quickly stretching my arms over my head as I looked around. Adrianna and Jackie lay next to me sprawled out on the sand. I stood up and brushed the sand off my legs. I made my way towards the direction of all the other survivors. Many were still sleeping, scattered all over the beach. Few were awake, some I recognized from previous encounters, and others were unfamiliar to me. I looked around trying to spot Ryan somewhere. It had been several days since I’ve last seen him, and I couldn’t help but wonder how he was doing. I’ve heard several rumors about the dangerous things that have happened on this island, and the innocent people that have died as a result. I couldn’t help but feel a little anxious as a result of what I’ve heard. I don’t know what Ryan is doing, but I guess he’s smart, if he needed my help he would have asked, right?
I shook my head disappointed in myself for letting all the negative thoughts get inside my head. I can’t think about death right now, I have to think about surviving, that’s all anyone could do at this point.
When I finally stopped having an internal argument in my head, I looked around noticing that nothing was in sight. I didn’t recognize this part of the island. Something felt off. I didn’t feel safe here and I needed to get back. I looked around trying to figure out which way I should go. After contemplating for a few minutes I went to my right, I figured I am already lost cant get too much worse.
About a half hour later, in which I had spent walking in circles, I heard my name being called.
“Grant……. Grant” I looked around until I spotted a figure walking in my direction. Relief swept over me as I made my way towards Adrianna. I had a history of wandering off ever since i was a young boy. My mind just wanders off and next thing i know i'm in a completely different place.
"Sorry i didn't mean to scare you" i said to Adrianna as i wrapped my arms around her in an attempt to comfort her. I look around trying to spot Jackie, and my heart quickens when i notice Jackie isn't with Adrianna. "Where is Jackie?" i ask a concerned look present on my face, "is she Okay?"
Adrianna looks around surprised as if she believed Jackie was with her the whole time. "I don't know i thought she was with me" she said in a slightly worried tone. I nodded my head, trying not to freak out.
"We need to find her, I have a bad feeling that this island is not as safe as i had originally thought." i said. "I heard some guns, and i thought i saw a helicopter or two, then again i was kind of out of it so i cannot be sure."
one this is for sure, i was going to need all the friends i could get if i ever wanted to leave this island.
DAY 16
Adrianna and I made or way into the woods. My mind was screaming at me to not go into the dark forest. What lies in there is unknown, shaded away from the public eye by the trees. I took a deep breath trying to swallow down the fear that threatened to creep up. As I walked in farther, I felt Adrianna’s soft steps next to me. I looked in her direction, motioning to her with my hands, for her to be quite. I could hear screaming a little distance away, "Wait! Wait no! I'll do anything!" the voice said. It was a girl and she sounded in trouble, I motioned for Adrianna to wait there and I picked up a big stick that sat on the ground next to me. I made my way towards the sound, hoping that i could save the girl, and stay alive in the process.I crouched behind a bush and from what i could see through the small openings in the bush, the body belonged to a girl with long black hair. A shiver ran down my spine as i watched the mysteriously masked soldiers walk away, leaving the corps on the ground.
After coming to the realization that we needed to take a different route, I decided i needed to go back and get Adrianna. Little did I know Adrianna had been behind me this whole time and i jumped when i caught sight of her.
“Sorry” I heard Adrianna say “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You scared the living shit out of me.” I replied as I relaxed again. “Look we have to move now, this girl was murdered on the other side of these bushes, and we have to get out of here… unless you want to be next?” I say. She looks around before pointing to our left.
“Let’s go that way” she said.
We walked side by side for what felt like eternity. I know im supposed to be manly and stuff, but i could not get the image of that poor girl out of my head. Adrianna must have been thinking the same thing, for a noticeable cringe took place on her face every so often.
Slowly we grew tired from fatigue and as we made our way into a clearing we crouched down taking a break from all the walking. Adrianna had turned her head for a moment looking back in the direction we came from. her voice was shaky as she spoke my name. i followed her line of vision, and there i saw a black cloaked figure standing over the girls body, with a notebook in hand.
Something was going on on this island and i didn't know if i was prepared to know what it was.
DAY 17
It felt strange. The last thing I remember was gasping for air, and now, well now I don't know where I am. I looked around. A glowing door was straight ahead of me. Looking underneath me I notice a body. It belonged to a female, Adrianna. "She's dead?" I say out loud to myself, allowing the tears to pool up in my eyes. I cannot believe I wasn't able to save her. I closed my eyes and took a breath afraid to look at the body next to her. Gathering up the courage I glance down at the corps that lay flat on the ground next to Adrianna. A tear escaped down my cheek, as I thought about my parents. I sat there ashamed at myself for putting them through all of this. If I had just never gotten on the plane in the first place, I would not be in the situation I am in now. I take a breath, no never mind that. I can’t think like that. I have to be positive. I shake my head in disappointment. I’m too young for this, I wasn’t ready. I close my eyes trying to make myself believe that my parents will be okay. I mean I guess I’ve come to terms with it, I had a good life on the island. It was scary as hell but I have to admit that being on the island was the most fun I have had in my entire life. I made some great friends and even though It was scary and sad, the friendships I made , I wouldn’t trade in for the world.
With that said I make my way towards the door, finally excepting that my life is complete that whatever my plan was on this earth is complete, as far as I know of Ryan and Jackie are still alive, and though Adrianna died, who knows what the after life is like, maybe ill see her again. I sigh, and with one last look at the island I open the glowing door and take a step in ready to start the next chapter of my life… or death… or whatever happens next.
DAY 18
I opened the glowing door with my shaky hand. I do not fully know what I was expecting, but I can tell you that I wasn’t expecting what I saw. There were no walls it was just a vast never ending space, filled with all the colors you can imagine. I guess this was heaven. It was like walking in to a city, a much cleaner, nicer city. There were Trillions upon Trillions of people walking around and conversing. I looked around trying to spot familiar faces, but I saw none. I took a breath and made my way towards one of the many buildings set up. There were shops, and bars, and restaurants set up all over Heaven. I couldn’t tell if they were just for decoration, or if we actually had to eat and drink. I mean were dead right? So do we really need to eat, drink and pee? I don’t know. All I know is this place looked pretty cool. I was however, alone. At first it didn’t bother me too much, I didn’t mind being alone with my thoughts. That was how it always was back at home anyway. But after making friends on the island, and finally being a part of something bigger, I missed to company. I found myself slowly feeling bored. I mean heaven is a great place and all, but I miss the thrill of the island and the friendships that I made. I thought back to the first time I caught an animal. I know its not much compared to guys like Ryan Hounsome, but I grew up in California, I haven’t done much killing in my lifetime. It was fun, scary, and kinda gross, but it was an adventure, and a memory. I really did have a good time, and I wished I enjoyed it more instead of worrying so much about being back home.
DAY 19
I walked in to a building that looked abandoned. “Hello?” I said trying to figure out if anyone else was around. I sighed with relief at the knowledge that I was alone. It has been a while since I could just sit by myself and breathe. I found a dark corner away from the light. I sat there all day watching as different people walked in, looked around, and left. No one saw me, and I have to admit it was kind of cool. It reminded me of back when I was in elementary school. I was so quiet, no one knew I existed. Sure it got lonely sometimes, but it was nice to just sit back and watch the world go on around me. It gave me the chance to relax. I could daydream in class, without the pressure of being called on. It all changed in middle school though. In middle school I became the freak. My teachers all knew me as the kid whose, little sister died of cancer. Shortly after that, I was the kid without a sister, and divorced parents. My mom left shortly after my sister passed. She packed up and moved. All my teachers pitied me. They would let me get away with anything. Of course that was always a perk, but I hated the idea of being known. Once the teachers knew me they called on me. Kids started t view me as a freak. I didn’t make any friends, but I was no longer in the background. I hated school from then on out, but during my middle school years, I hated home more.
DAY 20
“So Wrennyn Foster died?” I said out loud to myself. The announcement of Wrennyn’s death was stated loudly in the city. Something I didn’t quite expect. I mean I know I’m new to this whole dying thing, but I still don’t understand why or how they are determining our deaths. It shocks me to think that he is dead; I pegged him as one of the final standing, due to his experience and all. But like all good things, life for Wrennyn had to come to an end. I tried to make a mental note of all the random plane crash survivors I have seen in… wherever I am. I saw the one guy from my fist day the one that was stuck to his plane seat I think his name was Mattlee , or something like that. I saw a lot of familiar faces, but I still haven’t seen Hounsome's or that blonde girl, what was her name? Brooklyn! That was the girl that Willow tried to introduce me to in one of the begging days of being on the island. I’ll take that as a positive sign. Maybe they’re still alive. After all this time, I hope Ryan is still alive. I never quite got to tell him how grateful I was for his friendship. I had to look away as he had buried me, it was too sad to watch. As I said earlier I don’t quite know how to work this whole being dead thing, so I wouldn’t know how to even try and contact him. The best I can do is hope for his survival, along with Brooklyn of course, I mean she seemed really nice. The rest of my life… or death will be very interesting, and long. I just hope that the experience I had on the island will come In handy.